Extremely short season? Yeah, I know. Dunno what Kay’s up to. But yo, that title definitely confirms a lot, doesn’t it? Let’s see how Hell’s Angels closes out…

PRESENT DAY

Karla threw her glass of scotch clear across the room. “FUUUUUUCK!”

The walk back from the warehouse was one of pure anger and fear. They’d rushed in to look, and true to the ominous note on the door, Carol was gone.

Stella had made a quick call to her other holding area, and no one answered. She called someone at the safe house close by to go and look, and it was confirmed: Caris was gone too.

They’d lost two captives who would have been dead if not for the information they’d offered, which they’d not been able to verify. Kane could very well be alive, but now they had the added problem of two escaped captives. None of this could possibly end well.

Stella was back on the phone in another room, trying to get the details of Caris’ escape. None of it made any sense to her. She got off the phone and walked in just in time to see the glass shatter against the wall. Karla was still frustrated, but she immediately apologized for almost hitting Stella.

Stella sat on the bed. “So it turns out that it was bloodless. The guys still had their gear on and their weapons fully loaded when they became conscious.”

“Conscious?”

“Yeah. Everyone is somehow missing a full day from their memories. He was there the night before, and then he wasn’t by the next time they all woke up two days after.”

“So someone managed to drug a warehouse full of hardcore criminals? I don’t buy it.”

“I didn’t at first, but then they told me they found a card on the door. They sent me a picture.”

Karla’s eyes went wide. “Don’t tell me.”

Stella showed her the picture, and it was indeed an Uno reverse card.

“So the same guys who got him got her?”

“It appears so.”

“I get how someone would know about the other spot, but no one knows about this island. No one even knows it exists cos it’s not on any map. How did they know to look here?”

Just then, both Karla and Stella got a text at the same time. They took a look and it was from a number neither of them knew. Each looked at the other’s phone and the sender was the same, as was the text.

‘Miss me? 😈’ with an evil smiling emoji.

Another one followed. ‘The undead never die. Remember who made you both. We’ll see each other soon.’

Anger gave way to panic in both of them. If the possibility of Kane being alive was remote before, it had now become very real. Life as they knew it was about to change in the worst possible way. They looked at each other and held on as Karla started to cry.

*****

FIFTEEN YEARS AGO

Stella lay on her bed in tears. She’d kept her composure while telling Karla her truth, but she felt so bad about the whole thing. She couldn’t believe she’d done such a thing; she could’ve allowed her father to die for his folly. Now she’d almost ruined such a beautiful life, and she was still under Malcolm’s thumb. Such a precious life. If Karla relapsed, she would not be able to live with herself.

She was lying with her thoughts when the door opened and Karla walked in, still in the same nightie. She didn’t even bother to cover up; it barely qualified as clothing with how short it was and how much it kept slipping off.

She locked the door and slowly approached Stella. Stella sat up in bed and watched her without saying a word. Karla got to the bed and climbed into it until she was sitting face to face with Stella, who was now nervous and felt the flutters in her tummy yet again.

She took Stella’s face in her hands and observed, like it was an experiment. Then she slowly moved in until her nose was touching Stella’s. Stella was nervous and perplexed, and she just stared while it happened, like she was a pillar of flesh. Karla let her breath linger on Stella’s face while she looked deep into her eyes, and then she brushed her lips against Stella’s. She still had her lips closed, but Stella responded in kind. So she did it again, and Stella obliged again. So she parted her lips slightly and tried again, and Stella took her by the neck and blew the floodgates open.

The rush of emotions coursing through her took over, and she went from the test subject to the scientist. She turned Karla until her back was against the head of the bed and pressed in on her, her tongue finding more creative ways to make Karla moan.

Karla put her hands under Stella and found what she was looking for. It was ripe and ready and was throbbing, begging to be touched right. Stella took the nightgown off Karla with ease and examined her body. If she’d never done this before, it was hard to tell.

She was about to swoop in again when Karla got out of the bed and grabbed her nightie. “So this is why you stayed.”

Stella was still ripe but she felt lost. “What do you mean?”

Karla shook her head. “You wanted to be with me this whole time and you never said anything?”

She stomped out.

Stella felt so exposed.

*****

PRESENT DAY

“Oh, I’ve missed your touch. And I’ve missed your tongue. And I’ve missed…Ugh, you’re still you. Gaah-damn!”

Carol and Caris had already played catch-up multiple times, but Carol’s tigress was nowhere near done. Caris knew this and was more than happy to feed her truckloads of pleasure. Carol rode his face, but then it got too much for her and she couldn’t even move. Caris knew he had her, and he took her up to the clouds and listened as her body told him exactly how she felt. Once she came down, he cuddled and kissed her.

“You still got it, babe. You’re even wilder than I remember.”

“Hungrier, babe. Eight weeks of torture will do that to you.”

He kissed her. “No more, babe. We’re out.”

“Are we though? We just finished making love in some place we don’t even know.”

“True, but does any part of you feel like you’ve been captured again?”

Carol thought about it, and he was right. “You still got it too, babe. Still undefeated.”

“Still undefeated.” He shifted her onto him and held her.

“Caris, no lie, I was worried we’d never be able to have this ever again.”

“Me too, Carol. Until some guys showed up and got me out, I thought you were dead. I don’t even know why exactly they got me out.”

“Me too. I heard you screaming and I was so fucked up.”

“Screaming?”

“Yeah, when they whipped you and shit. I would hear you get lashed and then you’d scream like your skin was being peeled off.”

Caris examined his limbs again as Carol laid on him. “We weren’t in the same place, love. They never actually touched me. The only time I was ever hit was in front of you, when you and I got captured.”

“Wait, so you were never tortured?”

“Not in that way, babe. Each week, they sent a different body part into the room where I was. Each time, it was with a different picture of you. You looked so bad, like they were tearing you apart. I almost went crazy.”

Carol’s heart went out to him and she hugged him tight. “I’m okay, baby. I’m alright. I’m just so happy you’re okay.”

Just then, a screen slid out from a block in the wall above their heads. It had a message displayed on it.

‘Miss me, Swanson?’

Caris and Carol exchanged confused glances.

‘The undead never die. Enjoy your days of freedom. You are both welcome to the court of Hell’s Angels.”

*****

FIFTEEN YEARS AGO

Stella sobbed into her pillow.

Karla now knew what she’d been afraid to admit this whole time, and she’d left in scorn. There would never be a way to fix this. She would never know what life could be like on the other side.

She got up, still in tears, and began to pack her stuff. She was not under any orders to stay, and her work was done; Karla was good now. She could leave tonight and go somewhere far, far away and start over. Karla would never feel the same way about her, and she wasn’t sure she could live with that.

She’d packed one bag and was on to the next when Karla walked back in and she froze. Karla came up to her, wearing the same nightie, and stood in her face again. “I’m sorry, Stella. I wanted to stay mad at you, but I can’t. No one’s ever made me feel the way I feel about you.”

Stella could not believe what was happening, and she stayed rooted to the spot. Karla took her nightie down, and took Stella’s off as well, and then nudged her back into the bed.

*****

Karla and Stella kept giggling, so amazed at what had happened. Stella looked at her as they cuddled. “So that’s what that’s like.”

Karla nodded in complete bliss. “I guess it is.”

“You mean to tell me that your crazy self has never done this before?”

“I’ve never crossed the border into ladytown, though I knew I had it in me.”

Karla suddenly remembered something and got worried. “I have to go.”

 Stella held her down. “I just finished fucking you for the first time. There’s no way I’m ever letting you go. Talk to me.”

Karla tried to get free. “You wouldn’t understand.”

“What, that Malcolm will have us both killed if he ever finds us in the act?”

Surprise danced all across Karla’s face. “How did you know?”

“Cos he warned me. I was looking at your ass once in passing, and I was being discreet but he still caught me. He told me that if I encourage you in this lane, he’d kill me.”

“There’s got to be a way to get out from under him. I’m sick of him.”

“Right now is not the time to poke the bear, Karla. We lay low and we make a plan. No sudden moves. If we’re going to try to make this work, we’ll need to take our time. Rushing will only get us both killed.”

“Stella, my heart is bad at laying low. Everything I feel has to be expressed.”

“Save it for when we’re alone. I’ve never done this before either, but we have to be alive to try. For now, we lay low. In time, we’ll kick him out and then we’ll have our freedom.”

Karla started to rub up on her again. “I like the sound of that, but I don’t want any of his blood money. Just you and I and whatever wealth we can amass. He dies, we find someone to give it all to, and we move on.”

“That’s a lot to give away.”

“Love’s worth the sacrifice.”

“Fair enough. We’ll work it out. First, we’ll make the wealth, and once we find the patsy, Kane dies.”

“Wouldn’t you feel bad killing your brother?”

“He had me drugged, he’s not my brother anymore.”

“Okay, I guess we have a plan.”

*****

EPILOGUE

The old man sat in the big couch, watching his TV. He was sharply dressed in a gray suit and brown shoes.

A young man came in and said, “They’re ready for you, Mr. G.”

The old man looked around at the gorgeous room and smiled. “Have you ever seen the dead come to life, son?”

“No, Mr. G.”

“Well, watch and learn.”

It just has to be him. It just has to! And man, what a finale we’ve been set up for! Is our greatest suspicion gonna be confirmed? What’s gonna happen to the couples? How will this insane story end?

Well, one thing’s for sure: the third and final season of Power Couple is gonna be nothing short of epic!!!!